Friday, February 26, 2010

Postscript

There are plenty of bizarre people out there. When I was driving my mom to the doctor, I stayed behind a pickup with an alarming bumper sticker for almost the whole ride down Chapman Ave. . Apparently, this was a snuff rock fan. His bumper sticker read, "Dead girls don't say no." Needless to say, I wished he would just go away. When I returned home and checked my answering machine, there were three recorded calls from the Irvine police, advising me that there was a dangerous armed man loose in my neighborhood, and I should lock my doors and windows and simply stay inside. I was wandering around oblivious to all this when I dropped off at home to feed the cats about 5. Luckily, the fellow was nowhere near by, and we went about our business safely. The open door would have been quite an invitation to intrude if that guy had been anywhere near by.

About Me

It feels odd to tell people, when they ask you what you do, that you are a poet. It is of course not a proper profession, if by "proper" one means a job that brings in money.
It is most certainly an occupation though. Reading, writing, going to poetry events make up a sizable percentage of my life.